Published by

Manorie

Im scared. I wouldn’t care to admit it, but Im. Im scared like a wounded wild bow in the black jungle with a deep wound! Hiding- The painful soul behind a branch!! While my pain rampage around, Fighting against me, Im scared to be wounded again! Im scared to be hurt again! No body can find me? Well! Im hiding behind a branch! When the sun rise, When I see the blue sky, I come out Slowly, Because Even though I have a weeping heart, I have to walk away with a brave face And while walking I think aloud, How can I know a caring heart and honest eyes? I never knew the world to be so wicked and cruel.